A silent poetess
Her face is now plastered
Inside my skull
Am not aware of her body size
Neither am I ware of her hight
She might be an American
Or Chinese, I don't care.
Am aware of one thing
She is mad in poetry
I can feel it, deep inside
There is a beast
No matter how hard she trys
To keep inside
It keeps on unleashing
Let it out not once and for all
Let it out not to be free
I can feel it, deep inside
She is the silent house on the hills
With an eye watching over
Breathing out what has not been seen
Sending back angels of death to their cage
She is the silent house on the hills
Protecting and guiding the lost sheeps
gathering them untill the Shepherd comes
Am only aware of her beautiful face
Facing the world to tell the reality
She is in danger
The beast is roaring from the inside
She seems cool, but she is on fire
I see her face
She wants me to stand strong and face the reality
Fear is now all over me, am trembling
Shaking , how will I endure that monster
If she will unleash.
Her lips are dry but they speak loud
Louder than John the Baptist.
I have no otherwise but to let her unleash
Her beauty to the world
When I will see her , I will never be afraid again.
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